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*ON ENGLISH NUMBER 3 YOU CAN USE THE SAME AS YOUR FIRST ADDRESS SINCE IS THE SAME SCHOOL* *AND ALWAYS CHANGED THE ADDRESS TO YOUR SCHOOL ADDRESS VERY IMPORTANT*

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*COMPREHENSION 👇👇 ANOTHEE VERSION II (6) (a) The author decided not to raise his suspicion with Taju about the possible locally brewed intoxicant in his breath because it had always been a sensitive topic between them. (b) The teachers had high expectations about Obum's future, believing that he would go far in life due to his precocious brilliance and the finest handwriting among his classmates. (c) The author implies that the *vice* Taju had picked up was perhaps due to a series of frustrating experiences. (d) The two tragedies that befell Obum were the loss of his parents and two of his siblings in quick succession, which caused him to lose his senses permanently. (e) Taju failed to produce a bespoke suit for his friend because he was not able to deliver on his promise, and instead provided a grotesque overcoat that was not the tailored suit the author had requested. (f) The writer's opinion about friendship is that sometimes we have to pay a heavy price for it, as evidenced by the disappointing outcome of the author's attempt to give Taju a chance to sew the suit. (g) The expression he joined his beloved family on the other side of time is an example of personification, where the abstract concept of time is personified. (h) (i) This expression is a noun phrase. (ii) The function of this noun phrase is to describe Obum's condition as a homeless, aimless person wandering the streets of Lagos. (i) (PICK ONLY ONE) (i) premium: high-quality *OR* excellent (ii) sensitive: delicate *OR* touchy (iii) a priceless: invaluable *OR* precious (iv) thickset: stocky *OR*stout (v) unassuming: modest *OR* unpretentious (vi) grotesque: ugly *OR* distorted

COMPRESSION (6) (a) The author decided not to raise his suspicion with Taju because it had always been a sensitive topic between them. (b) The teachers had high expectations that Obum would go far in life due to his precocious brilliance and academic exploits. (c) The author implies that the vice refers to Taju picking up some kind of addiction, perhaps due to a series of frustrating experiences. (d) The two tragedies that befell Obum were the loss of his parents and two of his siblings in quick succession, which led to him losing his sanity and becoming a shirtless wanderer on the streets of Lagos. (e) Taju failed to produce a bespoke suit for his friend because he ended up making a grotesque overcoat instead. (f) The writer's opinion about friendship seems to be that sometimes we have to pay a heavy price for it. (g) The expression he joined his beloved family on the other side of time is an example of metaphor, where the other side of time refers to death. (h) A shirtless wanderer on the streets of Lagos (i) This expression is a noun phrase. (ii) It functions as a descriptive phrase, providing additional details about Obum's state and situation. (i) (PICK ONLY ONE) (i) premium - high-quality *OR* superior (ii) sensitive - delicate *OR* touchy (iii) a priceless - invaluable *OR* inestimable (iv) thickset - stocky *OR* burly (v) unassuming - modest *OR* unpretentious (vi) grotesque - hideous *OR* monstrous

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SUMMARY ANOTHER VERSION (7) (i) Adeo is a genius who can recall detailed events accurately over long periods despite not recording them, has an indifferent approach to personal appearance and organization, and sometimes has abrupt social interactions. (ii) Adeo has a genius level memory and often neglects his physical presentation and organizational habits. (iii) Adeo is disorganized and occasionally abrupt with others. (iv) Adeo is a genius who can recall minute details and engage in discussions but has an impulsive habit that might upset friends (v) Adeo is disorganized and occasionally abrupt with others.

SUMMARY WRITING (7) (i) Adeo has an exceptional memory, able to recall minute details of events from years ago. (ii) He pays little attention to his personal appearance, often dressing casually even for important occasions. (iii) His work and living spaces are disorganized, with items strewn about, yet he can still recall where things are. (iv) He tends to abruptly leave social situations without explanation, offending some of his friends. (v) He is a brilliant engineering professor who can describe machines in detail without referencing any notes. (vi)He frequently forgets about his family, leaving them behind in places like the market or zoo.

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*VERSION VI* (5) It had been a long and arduous journey for Sarah. She had been searching for her missing daughter for months, with no leads and dwindling hope. The police had done all they could, but the case had grown cold. One day, as Sarah was walking through the park, she noticed a small glimmer of something shiny in the grass. As she bent down to investigate, her heart raced  it was her daughter's necklace, the one she had been wearing the day she disappeared. Sarah's hands trembled as she held the delicate pendant, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew through the park, and Sarah felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew in that moment that this was a sign, a message from above, guiding her to where her daughter was. Without hesitation, she followed the direction of the wind, her steps quickening with each passing moment. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah found herself standing in front of an abandoned warehouse. She could hear faint cries coming from inside, and without a moment's hesitation, she rushed in, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the dim light, she saw her daughter, bruised and battered but alive. The relief that flooded Sarah's heart was overwhelming, and she pulled her child into a tight embrace, thanking the heavens for this miraculous turn of events. As they made their way out of the warehouse, Sarah looked up at the sky, a silent prayer of gratitude on her lips. It was indeed a help from above, a divine intervention that had led her to her daughter, and she knew that she would be forever grateful for this miracle.

*VERSION VI* (5) It had been a long and arduous journey for Sarah. She had been searching for her missing daughter for months, with no leads and dwindling hope. The police had done all they could, but the case had grown cold. One day, as Sarah was walking through the park, she noticed a small glimmer of something shiny in the grass. As she bent down to investigate, her heart raced  it was her daughter's necklace, the one she had been wearing the day she disappeared. Sarah's hands trembled as she held the delicate pendant, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew through the park, and Sarah felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew in that moment that this was a sign, a message from above, guiding her to where her daughter was. Without hesitation, she followed the direction of the wind, her steps quickening with each passing moment. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah found herself standing in front of an abandoned warehouse. She could hear faint cries coming from inside, and without a moment's hesitation, she rushed in, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the dim light, she saw her daughter, bruised and battered but alive. The relief that flooded Sarah's heart was overwhelming, and she pulled her child into a tight embrace, thanking the heavens for this miraculous turn of events. As they made their way out of the warehouse, Sarah looked up at the sky, a silent prayer of gratitude on her lips. It was indeed a help from above, a divine intervention that had led her to her daughter, and she knew that she would be forever grateful for this miracle.

*VERSION V* (5) It had been a long and difficult day for Lilly . She had been struggling to make ends meet, working multiple jobs just to keep a roof over her head and food on the table. The weight of her burdens felt like it was crushing her, and she often found herself wondering if she would ever catch a break. As she walked home from her latest shift, her mind was heavy with worries about how she would pay her rent and bills that month. She felt utterly alone and helpless, a feeling that had become all too familiar in recent months. Just as she was about to give in to despair, something caught her eye on the sidewalk. It was a small envelope, partially hidden beneath a fallen leaf. Curious, she bent down and picked it up, her heart racing as she opened it. Inside, she found a stack of crisp, new bills  more money than she had seen in a very long time. She stared at it in disbelief, unable to believe her luck. As she counted the bills, tears of joy began to stream down her face. In that moment, Lilly knew that this was no mere coincidence. It was a sign, a miracle, a help from above. She had been struggling for so long, and now, when she needed it most, this unexpected blessing had fallen into her lap. With a renewed sense of hope and gratitude, Lilly made her way home, whispering a heartfelt thank you to the universe for this incredible gift. It was indeed a help from above, and she knew that she would carry this moment of grace with her for the rest of her life.

*VERSION IV* (5) In the quaint town of aplewood, nestled among sprawling oak trees and vibrant gardens, lived a young artist named Lisa. With her easel positioned by the serene riverbank, she found solace in capturing nature’s beauty on canvas. Yet, despite her talent, her art never gained the recognition she desired. One dreary afternoon, feeling particularly despondent, Lisa decided to take a walk along the river's edge. Heavy clouds loomed overhead, mirroring her mood. As she strolled, she noticed a small, weathered journal floating just beneath the surface of the water. Curiosity piqued, she reached in and retrieved it, wiping the mud off the cover. It was an old artist's journal, filled with sketches and notes from someone named Alice, a long forgotten painter from the town. Intrigued, Lisa carried the journal home. As she turned the fragile pages, Alice’s vibrant sketches sparked something inside her. The passion and stories contained within were contagious. Inspired, Lisa picked up her brushes that night and began to paint with a newfound vigor. Days passed, and she immersed herself in recreating Alice’s pieces, adding her own flair. Each stroke felt like a conversation with the past, guiding her hand and spirit. Driven by this unexpected muse, Lisa decided to host an art show featuring her new creations, with special emphasis on the influence of Alice’s work. The day arrived, and as townsfolk wandered in, whispers of admiration filled the air. People were captivated by the haunting beauty of Lisa’s pieces, many remarking how they felt a connection to Alice. As the night progressed, a local gallery owner approached Lisa. "Your work is stunning, but I feel there's a deeper story here." He proposed a collaboration to showcase both hers and Alice’s legacy in a joint exhibition. Overwhelmed with joy, Lisa agreed, and soon, her art flourished, bringing attention to Alice’s forgotten legacy. The exhibition became a beacon for aspiring artists in Maplewood, igniting hope and creativity throughout the town. Months later, as the leaves turned gold, Lisa stood at the riverbank once more, deeply thankful. She realized that a chance encounter had transformed her life. With a gentle breeze rustling the trees, she smiled, knowing that what she found that day wasn’t just a journal, it was indeed a help from above.

*VERSION II* (5) The old woman, Elara, knelt by the withered rose bush, her gnarled fingers tracing the brittle stems.  For fifty years, this bush, a gift from her late husband, had bloomed every spring, its crimson roses a vibrant splash of colour against the grey stone of her cottage.  But this year, it was barren, a stark reflection of the emptiness in her heart since her grandson, Liam, had gone missing at sea three months ago. Every day, Elara walked the cliff path overlooking the turbulent ocean, her gaze searching the horizon for any sign of a returning fishing boat.  She’d prayed, she’d lit candles, she’d whispered Liam’s name to the wind, but the sea remained stubbornly silent.  Hope, once a bright flame, had dwindled to a flickering ember. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and bruised purple, Elara felt a strange compulsion to visit the old, abandoned well at the edge of her property.  It had been sealed for years, a forgotten relic of a bygone era.  But tonight, she felt an irresistible pull, a whisper in the wind urging her forward. Hesitantly, she approached the well, its stonework covered in moss and lichen.  A rusty iron lid lay half-buried in the earth.  With trembling hands, she heaved it open, revealing a dark, gaping maw.  As she peered inside, a glint of metal caught her eye.  It was a small, tarnished silver locket, half-buried in the mud at the bottom of the well. With a gasp, Elara reached in and retrieved the locket.  As she wiped away the grime, she recognized the inscription:  Liam.  Inside, nestled against the faded velvet, was a tiny, perfectly preserved seashell – a shell Liam had given her years ago, a memento from his first fishing trip.  The locket, miraculously preserved, was the only clue to Liam's fate.  The next morning, the coast guard, alerted by Elara's discovery, found Liam's overturned boat near the well, and Liam himself, miraculously clinging to a piece of driftwood, exhausted but alive.  It was indeed a help from above.

*VERSION I* (5) In the quaint village of umudike, nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, lived an old carriage maker named ikem. Ikem had a heart as warm as the wood he worked with, but his strength was failing him more each day. The villagers admired him not only for his crafts but also for his kindness and wisdom. One crisp autumn morning, the church bell tolled urgently, announcing that the annual harvest festival was approaching, and preparations were running behind schedule. Ikem younger apprentice, Samuel, had been assisting him with the intricate designs of the carriage wheels, but even he felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of work needed to be done. As the sun began to set on a particularly grueling day, ikem sat wearily in his workshop, staring blankly at the half finished wheel resting on the table. He had promised the village’s mayor that the beautifully crafted carriage would be ready in time for the festival parade, but now it seemed like an impossible task. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. Ikem looked up to see his old friend Margaret standing hesitantly at the threshold. Ikem, she said, “I’ve heard you’re struggling with the carriage. I used to watch my father make them all those years ago. Perhaps I can help?” Elated by an offer of assistance from someone who understood the craft so well, Ikem welcomed Margaret into his workshop. Together, they worked tirelessly through the night, Margaret’s gentle touch guiding the tools as she shared stories and laughter that lifted their spirits. By dawn, the carriage was nearly complete polished, ornate, and gleaming with a luster that promised to wow the villagers at the festival. As Ikem stepped back to admire his handiwork, he felt an unexpected surge of strength course through him. He realized that Margaret’s presence had not just given him help but also reminded him of the joy of the work. At the festival, the carriage was a sensation, drawing admiration from all who saw it. The parade began, and as ikem watched the carriage move proudly down the street, he felt a profound sense of relief and contentment. The mayor approached Ikem with a warm smile, “You did a wonderful job, ikem. But there’s something I must tell you Margaret is your long-lost relative. She promised to help you when she heard about this challenge, but the real magic was in reuniting you.” Ikem felt his eyes well up as he hugged Margaret, his old friend now his family. “Thank you,” Ikem whispered, “It was indeed a help from above.”

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